Opinion
Last month, I was shivering in Newfoundland, Canada. I had gone there to see l’Anse aux Meadows.
Jack Koontz wrote On the Line, a fishing column for the Gazette, for nearly a decade in the late 1970s and 1980s.
The other day I found myself on the Edgartown-West Tisbury Road about tenth in a line of slow moving traffic.
Five miles into the state forest I had a flat tire and discovered that walking in rigid, tight-fitting bicycle shoes can be painful.
On the Fourth of July my deck collapsed with approximately 20 people watching the fireworks.